The Silver Lining to Every Cloud

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My Family

“Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get    wisdom: and with all thy getting get           understanding.” - Jewish Proverb


People are constantly surprising me; the ability people have to empathize with other people not like them. Such as the experience I had when I came out to my brother, Caleb. I actually didn’t tell him – I told his wife. He was very homophobic back in the day. He’s the sort of guy that I would consider classically American: The “God, Country, Guns, and Family” sort of person. Because of that, I figured he wouldn’t talk to me for quite a while or would create assumptions and stereotypes to distance himself.

That didn’t happen. His wife, Vanessa, told me later, “He felt bad actually. Because you had been struggling with this for so long and couldn’t tell him.” That was shocking to me.

My most recent experience of this nature was with my mom. She wrote me a letter a while back that I talked about in “The Gay Man and the Christian Religion.” After that I had to take a week to breathe before I could write back because I was pretty upset. I showed my hairstylist, Cam Ron (A.K.A. my therapist), what I had planned on sending and he told me that I should probably sit on it for a week before sending it because it was a little… “intense.”

So I did and what I ended up telling her was that I didn’t think we were good for each other and that I didn’t need constant negativity in my life. I also said that if I weren’t a positive influence to her either, that severance would be mutually beneficial. I also presented the societal rejection and emotional traumas that LGBT people typically experience.

She sent me a letter back and this is part of what she said:

“I hope you know that I have never written an e-mail to antagonize you. I thought it would be good for you to see what has happened in my family. I never intended to antagonize you, but the detrimental effects of my e-mails have been the same no matter what the intent was. I am sorry I have done this to you for so many years. I am amazed you and your siblings have been able to have the self-esteem that you have… I think I have been particularly hard on you. I noticed the distance between us when you were young. I thought it was just something you were going through. I never thought to look at myself to see if I was contributing to that distance… I want you to continue to be a part of my life. I am sorry I have hurt you again. I seem to do it even though I do not intend to do it. I realize my problem is that I have not accepted you. I have wanted to change you. After talking with you on Tuesday, I thought, ‘How would I feel if you were always wanting to change me?’ I know I would never feel good enough for you. I would always feel like a worm in your sight. I am sorry I have done that to you. I did not see that before. I want to try to just love you no matter what your decisions are and recognize the great good you do in this world.”

She not only wrote this but she has recently been trying to understand what it’s like to be gay. A few months ago, while I was in New York, she ordered books on reparative therapy in order to find some way to “help” me.

Since she wrote me that last letter, she has thrown those out and replaced them with a book by Ty Mansfield called, “In Quiet Desperation: Understanding the Challenge of Same-Gender Attraction.” She told me about the struggles he faced as a Same-Sex Attracted (SSA) young man; to reconcile his feelings with his religion, the inhuman treatment of those that identify as LGBT in the LDS community, and his conquest for truth, acceptance, and peace.

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My mom and dad

This struggle is something she can empathize with since she herself has struggled to find belonging and love. A few weeks ago she asked if I would go to the NorthStar Conference with her of which Ty Mansfield is the president. This is an organization affiliated with the LDS church that is targeted towards persons “struggling with same-sex attraction” but who want to live the standards of the LDS church.

I don’t feel I “struggle with same-sex attraction,” I’m just gay, but of course I went with her since this was the first time she wanted anything to do with a group of people who identified as a sexual minority. It was a really good experience.

I wasn’t sure how mom would handle being surrounded by gay or SSA men, but she did fabulous. We talked to quite a few people there. One later emailed me and told me that he was so happy to have met my mom and that she was “a gem.” I was so proud she made such a huge step.

Carol Lynn Pearson, a well-known woman in the LDS church for her poems, written works, and plays talks about this capacity LDS people have to empathize with those that struggle. She experienced it firsthand since her late husband, Gerald, was gay.

She described her fear of people knowing about Gerald in Utah given their general attitude towards gay people as such:

“Our community viewed homosexuality as evil and disgusting. I couldn’t bear to have people talking about Gerald as if he were a monster. In all the praying I had done, I had felt strongly that Gerald was as much loved of God as I was. I did not feel that the answer was to banish him or to separate him from his children If the worse actually happened and we ended our marriage, could we somehow still maintain a relationship? That would be hard to do here. Crushing judgments and shame would take their toll.

When a young man in a nearby town was discovered to be a homosexual, his mother had taken it upon herself to call BYU and have him expelled from school. She then called his place of employment and told them he was gay and should be fired. She called every subsequent place he worked and gave the same information. She told him, ‘I want you to repent, and I know the only way you’ll repent is to be reduced to the gutter. That’s what I pray for.’

Another Mormon mother, discovering that her teenage son had had homosexual encounters, did not speak to him for three months or set a place for him at the table. She was arranging to place him in a foster home.”

Later, when Carol and her family moved to California: bay area, she and Gerald got a divorce. After her own struggles to understand her own self-worth and her husband’s homosexuality, they were able to maintain a loving relationship as close friends. She met many of the men Gerald dated and continued to be a support to him.

During the huge AIDS epidemic, Gerald ended up being found positive for the disease and Carol ended up caring for Gerald till he died. In her book, “Goodbye, I Love You,” she describes the agony she personally experienced seeing someone she loved so much – who directly had a hand in her success as a writer – someone full of life, light, hope, and aspiration be reduced to a sick, dying man.

Carol Lynn and Gerald Pearson

Carol Lynn, Gerald, and their family

Along with being emotionally drained, she was also physically drained taking care of him. She turned to her ward (what Mormons call their congregations) for help. She asked a good friend of hers in the ward to tell the Bishop all that was happening. This is what her friend told her:

“’Last year a young man moved into the ward boundaries, and when they went to visit him he told them he was gay and would not be participating and wanted to be left alone. But they checked on him every once in a while, and when they learned that he was in the hospital in Oakland they went to see him. He has AIDS. The bishop’s been over several times, and the guy’s mother is here from Utah. The Elder’s Quorum is driving her back and forth from Walnut Creek to the hospital.’

I felt tears stinging at my eyes. Well, of course that’s what they would do. People who won’t even drink coffee, have a hard time understanding homosexuality and AIDS, but they don’t have a hard time understanding suffering and need. Mormons have been trained to deal with disaster since pioneer days. They can mobilize a hundred wards to get out the sand bags against a flood in half an hour. And where other floods happen, private floods that leave you adrift, they can get there in a hurry too.”

Even if my mom doesn’t fully understand what its like to be gay, she does understand the struggle people have for acceptance – not only from their peers, but from themselves because she dealt with the same thing growing up. Our struggles can either make us bitter or more full of empathy towards the vast majority of people who suffer.


Living Authentically



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My 16th birthday. I made my own cake!

Why is it so important for gay people to “come out?” As far as I go, I haven’t cared much for dating and I’m definitely not interested in sleeping around. I had someone tell me recently that I should be one of those gay men who are active in the church and live their life in celibacy. So why is it important to “come out” for people like me? Especially when you risk severing relationships and estrangement from your community?

I think “coming out” has less to do with our view of ourselves sexually and more with the ability of living our lives in an authentic way.

Growing up, there was a certain amount of information that couldn’t be divulged and a personality needed to be developed that would be more socially acceptable.

As a child, who I was didn’t really matter. I liked to crochet doilies, I played the piano, I loved flowers, etc… That really didn’t matter at the time, but I wasn’t like other boys. I didn’t like wrestling with my brothers or playing sports for one. Even with these differences, however, I was never treated very differently.

Adolescence was a different story. Going through puberty was not fun for me. I grew increasingly different from my friends. It wasn’t just the fact that they were all talking about girls or things sex related. I grew apart because I couldn’t identify with them. I was different; my interests, what excited me as far as entertainment went, and social activities all differed from what other boys my age found interesting or worth their time.

I never liked basketball; I couldn’t care less about sports. The point of the game did not motivate me to play well. I don’t even know what straight people really liked because I took no interest in it. I liked classical music, playing the piano, gardening (except for dirt… dirt always drove me crazy. I had to wash my hands immediately after handling it), cooking, and being creative. I spent money on gardening projects. I wanted to build a beautiful pond so I saved my money so I could finance it. I enjoyed houseplants.

I’m not saying these are typical of gay men. What I’m pointing out is that I was different and found it increasingly harder to relate to people.

I learned to compensate by finding ways to distract people from how different I was. I became a perfectionist at piano performance in order to get some sort of approval from people. I became a hard worker and demanded a lot of myself in work and college. I did well. I won state competitions for piano performance at least every other year. I also was consistently on the Dean’s List in college every semester and had a GPA of 3.95.

Despite these accomplishments, I was also very depressed. I used to starve myself because I didn’t want to grow up. I wanted to be a kid again where what you did or what you talked about didn’t matter. I found it a great accomplishment when my jaw didn’t grow big enough to support all my teeth that I needed to get a molar removed. My lack of respect for my body reflected the mental and emotional maturity I developed.

Our sexuality, in reality, influences every aspect of our lives. A very small part of that deals with our sexual preferences. Sigmund Freud in his book “Sexuality and the Psychology of Love,” wrote:

“The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is often a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life.”

It wasn’t until I learned to accept myself in my 19th year that I was able to actually grow up both mentally and physically. My mission played a big part in my self discovery and helped me further my acceptance of myself.

I came out publicly after my mission in 2011 – not because I wanted an excuse to do whatever I wanted, but because I wanted to be accepted for who I was. Until I gave everyone the chance to actually love me for whom I really was, they could never really love me because sexuality is such a central part of who I am – And that has very little to do with sexual preferences as I said. If someone has a hard time accepting me as a gay man, then they never really loved me because most everything I did was in an attempt to distract people from what was inside; they just loved an empty shell that I built for myself. As Dr. Brene Brown states in her book, “Daring greatly,”

“If you divide the men and women I’ve interviewed into two groups – those who feel a deep sense of love and belonging, and those who struggle for it – there’s only one variable that separates the groups: Those who feel loveable, who love, and who experience belonging simply believe they are worthy of love and belonging. They don’t have better or easier lives, they don’t have fewer struggles with addiction or depression, and they haven’t survived fewer traumas or bankruptcies or divorces, but in the midst of all of these struggles, they have developed practices that enable them to hold on to the belief that they are worthy of love, belonging, and even joy.”

This cannot come while we continue to rely on what we built to get us through life. It can only come when we accept ourselves and tell ourselves that we are good enough to be loved and that we are deserving of peace and joy.

“God Hates Fags” and influential power I found in Topeka, Kansas

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Picture taken by Elder Whitworth at the Phelp family’s compound in summer 2009.

The big news that seems to be on many of my friend’s minds is the topic that Fred Phelps, the founder of the Westboro Baptist Church is on his deathbed as reported by his son Nathan Phelps. He is viewed as an icon of hatred against the LGBT community. There may be people, who will be glad at his passing or give the church “a taste of their own medicine” in protesting their founder’s funeral. But I think thanks rather than retribution is in order.

This blog evoL= written by robw77 beautifully reflects my feelings towards this man.

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Elders Whitworth, Swapp, Barker, and Nielson.

I served as an ecclesiastical representative for the Church of Jesus Christ of Letter-Day Saints (LDS or Mormons) from October 2008 to October 2010. These are called missions. Those who aren’t LDS would probably recognize us as the kids (barely even shaving) wearing suits with name tags that say “Elder ______” (No, Elder is a title, not a name). Or young women wearing the skirts down to the ankles with name tags that say “Sister ______.” Despite our monotone appearances we’re actually really unique. I felt sorry for the sisters since the only way they could express their individual identity was to wear crazy scarves. A part of me died when I was relegated to baggy suits, frumpy white shirts, and drab ties.

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Picture taken by Elder Swapp in downtown Topeka. Spring 2009.

I served in a magical place called Topeka, Kansas (where you go if you wanted to be severely disappointed since it failed to deliver its promises… in my case at least.) for about 5 months with my companion Elder Swapp.

Topeka, Kansas also happens to be the headquarters to the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) and they were definitely not pleasant folk. If they weren’t out protesting some other event, they could be found in the streets of Topeka protesting education or something else. An Episcopalian chapel was burned down a couple of years before I got there. The WBC saw the burning as an act of God; I really would not be surprised if it happened to be one of their members that burned it down.

The Episcopal Church has been a church I especially admire for their progressive nature. I remember as an adolescent hearing about them in the newspaper: their practice of women being ordained to the priesthood or having the first openly gay clergy. It wasn’t talked about very fondly in my area of Utah, but no one really knew who Episcopalians were anyway except for what was printed in the heavily LDS/republican influenced newspaper: The Deseret News. I actually admired the Episcopal Church’s inclusive nature and their ability to try to include all of God’s children in their form of communion with the saints.

I actually knew the a member of the leadership and a few of the parishioners from that chapel since Elder Swapp and I volunteered with them once at a place called “Let’s Help”- a food kitchen with a mission to feed the poor and homeless. His parishioners I met were always very friendly – genuinely friendly (I can tell the difference). I believe that they genuinely tried to do what they felt was right. I had actually been to the this man’s home where he, his male “housemate,” and their kids lived.

Maybe they were just housemates but having your housemate in all your family pictures raises a bit of suspicion. I could understand his reasoning in peddling his relation to his housemate as nothing more than a lease agreement since Mormons are not known for being particularly inviting towards gay people. Especially since the LDS heavily supported prop 8 in California, which was implemented the year before. I’m sure he wanted Elder Swapp and I to see him as a person first – which wasn’t an issue for me, but would stereotypically not be expected by someone LDS and from a culturally monochromatic region like I was. (I actually had a woman in Wichita cuss me out when she found out my companion and I were LDS. Her reasoning? Because of the church’s involvement in prop 8 when I, understandably, did not support it.)

He taught me a great thing: “Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind… [And] Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself (Matthew 22:36-40).” He himself believed that even Jesus was not perfect in understanding all of these laws at first and He had to learn for himself. There is a scripture Matthew 15:21-28 in which a woman that had a daughter possessed by a devil pleading with Jesus for her daughter’s health. Jesus said, “I am not sent but unto the lost sheep of the house of Israel. Then came she and worshipped him, saying, Lord, help me. But he answered and said, it is not meet to take the children’s bread, and to cast it to dogs. And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table. Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is they faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt.”

To this man (which I can’t remember the name… sorry. I should ask Swapp), Jesus had the ability to grow in understanding. Despite what Jesus was commanded to do, he did what was right and not just orthodox. This is continuously proven in all the New Testament as you have a constant battle over the meaning and ends of the law as interpreted by Jesus and the scholastic interpreters of the law: the Pharisees and Sadducees. The whole purpose of the scriptures and the law is to gain the ability to become more like God and if they don’t prove to that effect, then they avail to nothing. This pastor had something Fred Phelps didn’t have and that was the ability to love which is characteristic of all real Christians (John 13:34-35). I would say that many Christians are not actually “christian” by that definition and that “christians” are not necessarily Christian.

Robw77 makes a great point in the fact that we should thank Fred for raising public awareness of LGBT discrimination, violence against LGBT persons, and the “mirror that many Americans had to face about their own attitudes about LGBT people.” His hatred and baised opinions he brought to demoralize the LGBT community has brought many christian denominations to seriously rethink their stance on their opinions of LGBT persons as they can tell that his interpretation of the Bible “is not of God.” The Bible in his case was not inspired of God but of his own human devising.

[On a side note, I’ve gone to the WBC’s website and looked up their supporting evidences for quite a few of their anti-gay sermons. Most all they have are scriptures referencing Sodom and Gomorrah. He relates all these to homosexuality in his sermons. My argument against that would be: “Hello! You are a Baptist. The theory of homosexuality being linked to the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah was an old Catholic theory that was formulated long after your supposed last book: “Revelation” was written. (And actually John wrote that before the gospel of Luke was written.) Aren’t Catholics going to hell in your opinion? Didn’t they screw up the “gospel?” Isn’t that Bible you’re reading a Catholic invention? Second of all, lets look at what your all holy word of god actually says about the destruction of these cities instead of relying off your outdated Catholic beliefs that they don’t even believe to be inspired anymore. Ezekiel 16:49 – “Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fulness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and in her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy.” As far as I read the Genesis account, I don’t find the story to say anything overtly regarding homosexuality. What I do see is a lot of attempted rape (Genesis 19:4-10).”]

Aside from the physical reasons why Fred Phelps is not worth our hatred is for our own sakes. As robw77 states, “He was a man with a mission. His failure to succeed is his triumph.” But even if he did set human kind back; if he did aid the prolongation of the thought that people identifying as LGBT are more animal than human, he would still not be worth our hatred and energy.

This Episcopalian congregation lost a lot, and to some, the burning of their chapel might have been viewed by the imbecile as the judgment of God for their different interpretation of the Bible and the character of God. But their actions speak louder than all of Mr. Phelp’s words could.

Something that concerns me is the great enmity that exists in the relationship between the LGBT community and the LDS church here in Utah. I do get really upset at times when people narrow their minds on theories that don’t hold water when brought before true Christian life and science because another person is believed to converse with God; it really does. Our Book of Mormon teaches against that sort of thing as a matter of fact: It’s called priestcrafts. (We as Mormons really don’t have an excuse for being ignorant.) The outcome of such a detrimental hold to religious dogma is damaging: at least 50% of homeless youth in Utah identify as LGBT; youth suicide and depression rates are higher than any other state; addiction to drugs, alcohol abuse, and unsafe sexual practices are also higher in persons identifying as LGBT. This is a real problem, but learning to let go is the only way we as the LGBT community really can move on and grow. Fight for equal rights, but don’t let hatred eat us up because that will only keep us living in the past; we won’t need someone else to held us back because we’ll gladly do it ourselves.

One of my favorite movies is “Ben Hur.” It’s a fictional story about a Jewish man, Judah, that lived around the time of Christ. He was betrayed in a political move by a Roman (Messala) who used to be his friend in order to gain power. Messala banishes Judah to a life in the Roman navy and imprisons his mother and sister who are later released when they catch leprosy and destined to live their lives in sick camps. Judah lives his life vowing to get revenge. He eventually ends up killing Messala and still he can’t move on with his life.  He has a conversation with a woman (Esther) he at one time loved before he was eaten by hate. The dialogue follows as such:

Image Ben-HurEsther: Oh, Judah, rest. Sleep. For a few hours of the night, let your mind be at peace.

Judah Ben-Hur: [bitterly] Peace! Love and peace. Do you think I don’t long for them as you do? Where do you see them?

Esther: If you had heard this man from Nazareth…

Judah Ben-Hur: Balthasar’s word.

Esther: He is more than Balthasar’s word. His voice traveled with such a still purpose… It was more than a voice… a man more than a man! He said, “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.”

Judah Ben-Hur: Children of God? In that dead valley where we left them? (his mother and sister) I tell you every man in Judea is unclean, and will *stay* unclean, until we’ve scoured off our bodies the crust and filth of being at the mercy of tyranny. No other life is possible except to wash this land clean!

Esther: In blood?

Judah Ben-Hur: Yes, in blood!

Esther: I know there is a law in life, that blood gets more blood as dog begets dog. Death generates death, as the vulture breeds the vulture! But the voice I heard today on the hill said, “Love your enemy. Do good to those who despitefully use you.”

Judah Ben-Hur: So all who are born in this land hereafter can suffer as we have done!

Esther: As you make us do now! Are we to bear nothing together? Even love?

Judah Ben-Hur: I can hardly draw breath without feeling you in my heart. Yet I know that everything I do from this moment will be as great a pain to you as you have ever suffered. It is better not to love me!

Esther: It was Judah Ben-Hur I loved. What has become of him? You seem to be now the very thing you set out to destroy, giving evil for evil! Hatred is turning you to stone. It is as though you had become Messala!

[Judah looks at Esther, shocked]

Esther: [sadly] I’ve lost you, Judah.

Fred Phelps’ hatred has left him with not much. Even his church he founded turned their backs on him when he was excommunicated as his son, Nathan, also testified to. For what reasons, I have no idea. Eventually hatred and bigotry destroys the person with the strong feelings while the rest of the world keeps going on its merry way. No matter the reason for justification, hate will always be hate and enmity will always be enmity.

The Gay Man and the Christian Religion



What made coming out so hard for most gay people? I don’t think it was exactly easy for most of us. There is the special case where someone comes out and the next week they bring their boyfriend or girlfriend over to their parents the next week. I’m kind of jealous of those people. Statistics have shown that family acceptance is the foremost important factor in the healthy psychological development of people that identify as LBGT.

I feel a lot of our fear of coming out might have a lot to do with our social acceptance, which is influenced by: culture, politics, and religion. America is known to be a protestant Christian nation so it really pervades our culture and politics in a big way. I personally think religion has a greater effect on our fear of accepting ourselves because it not only influences the other two, it claims dominion on us after we die.

I think that claim is bullshit but it’s still a real issue we have to deal with. It’s dangerous to try to ignore it or cut out everything we were raised with altogether because it creates an inward division inside us. I was homeschooled and my parents are orthodox Mormons so religion was really my whole life growing up. Accepting myself as gay at first was hard because I felt I had to reject my childhood and that led to a lot of stupid decisions, dissatisfaction with life, and a hatred for people who made my life miserable. My life was at a stalemate and I couldn’t progress. I really don’t think it’s possible to move on until we make peace with our past.

I received a letter from my mom this past week. This is a little of what she said. “I feel that I am in a tug-of-war with the devil over you. Please leave your homosexual addictions and come back. The more you become involved with it, the more I am afraid of losing you. It will only bring you sadness. It is an addiction. I have known this for years but was too afraid that I might turn you away if I said such. Now I see that I will lose you if I don’t say anything at all.”

My mom is a great person and really tries to do what she believes, but this honestly enraged me. I’ve tried to keep my opinions on spirituality unbiased and open to growth, but this sort of thing pushes me into a bias of anger against the religion I was brought up in who also claim to be “the one true religion.”

So how do we keep this from getting in the way of our good vibrations and throwing off our chi? I think it comes from the ability to see that their god is not really God but something man made. Every god is different in each sub-culture. As John Stuart Mill said,

“What is called Christian, but should rather be termed theological, morality was not the work of Christ or the Apostles, but is of much later origin, having been gradually built up by the Catholic Church of the first five centuries, and though not implicitly adopted by moderns and Protestants, has been much less modified by them than might have been expected. For the most part, indeed, they have contented themselves with cutting off the additions which had been made to it in the Middle Ages, each sect supplying the place by fresh additions, adapted to its own character and tendencies.”

The god we choose to acknowledge as God, is not God at all but a creation of our own devising. And the supposed morals we choose to live and demand that others live are not the morals that God might have emphasized as absolutely important and necessary. Mill goes on to say,

“The standard to which he does refer [his individual conduct] is the custom of his nation, his class, or his religious profession… Not one Christian in a thousand guides or tests his individual conduct by reference to the [maxims and precepts contained in the New Testament].”

What I feel is important is not the dogma that each religion holds in separate regard but what is universal between all religions. When a lawyer approached Jesus and asked him what the greatest commandment was, Jesus replied, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind… And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.” (Matthew 22:35-40).

There is no separation or inherent enmity between God and us except what culture and our reaction to it has placed for us. I believe I was created the way I was for a reason and that the real God doesn’t care whether I like men or women. The greatest of all the attributes we can develop is Charity “for charity never faileth. Wherefore, cleave unto charity, which is the greatest of all, for all things must fail – but charity is the pure love of Christ, and it endureth forever; and whoso is found possessed of it at the last day, it shall be well with him.” (Moroni 7:46,47).

On Religion and Superstition


“You yourself say that belief in God… has kept some men from crime; this alone suffices me. When this belief prevents even ten assassinations, ten calumnies, I hold that all the world should embrace it. Religion, you say, has produced countless misfortunes; say rather the superstition which reigns on our unhappy globe. This is the cruelest enemy of the pure worship due to the Supreme Being. Let us detest this monster which has always torn the bosom of its mother; those who combat it are the benefactors of the human race; it is a serpent which chokes religion in its embrace; we must crush its head without wounding the mother whom it devours.”    – Voltaire

My mom always told me growing up that the devil could induce in us many emotions; there was always a counterfeit to what God could inspire. He could mimic all of them except for one emotion. And that is peace.

I wouldn’t consider myself much of a religious person although I’ve been to most Christian denominations in Utah as well as Reformed Jewish and Hindu services. I was raised a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints or LDS/Mormon for short.

I am also gay which doesn’t happen to be the most favored class of people in the church. Growing up I would’ve been compared to a sexual deviant – a “crime against nature” according to the LDS church’s former leader and prophet, Spencer Kimball – or as a pedophile. This is something I had to work through that I hope I’ll be able to share with you one of these days.

I consider myself to be very lucky in that I feel I’ve been able to come to terms with my past, my childhood religion, and not let apparent differences hinder my progression. I feel I’ve been able to make peace with these different forces that other people might regard as incompatible together. But with that reconciliation, I’ve also lost the fear that was meant to keep me in line, the sense of mysticism and wonder that surround LDS ordinances, and superstitious control the LDS organization’s claim on the afterlife.

The LDS church does so much good in other ways. I’m inspired by my ancestors that gave up all they had for what they believed in. Most my family comes from England, Scotland, and Demark. Most of Utah’s population is comprised of people from those countries. This is a good example of Genetic Drift in evolution. I don’t much care for it because I don’t really feel like going bald anytime soon. My dad and grandfathers could sport it but not me. I admire them for: first of all, being able to sport the look, and second, that they suffered financially by giving up their possessions to come to Utah, physically by disease and hardships coming here, and emotionally by the rejection of their families and friends for their beliefs or the death of children that didn’t survive the journey to Utah.

Many religions have these same types of people. While I think religious services are very beautiful and it’s mentally stimulating to see the similarities all religious doctrine have in common it’s most inspiring to me to see a group of people working towards a common goal in unity and friendship. Individual beliefs and why they believe what they believe are what make the essence of religion.

There is this one woman I know who I think is just amazing. I’ll call her Sarah. She had a sex change operation a few years ago since she was born sexually male even if she was of the female gender. That might be all right if you’re Episcopalian or some other Christian group that’s more liberal but she just happened to be raised Jehovah’s Witness.

I think out of all the Christian denominations I’ve been to, Jehovah’s Witness’ require the most work and persistence. I’ve been to a couple of services with a friend of mine who had been disfellowshipped because of his marriage to his husband. They got married in Massachusetts back when gay marriage was first legalized. I think that was back in 2005 or something. Anyway, I went to a couple of services with him and there were a few things I liked about it and there were things I didn’t agree with.

I liked how families stayed together for the whole service. I liked how the children were so well behaved and participated in the service. These are great things, but I really wasn’t much inspired to be honest.

For the most part, what I heard most of was how terribly Jehovah’s Witness’ were being treated around the world for their faith; how much evil is in the world, and how their persistence regardless of persecution would bring about their eventual salvation. Anything good said about a person had to be a Jehovah’s Witness or it wasn’t mentioned. It was basically a reiteration of the book of Revelation all over again: Christians being hunted down, hated, some even killed for their belief, the evil nature of governments and organizations, the perspective of eternity, and their eventual earthly and heavenly salvation. Nothing wrong with that – but I personally don’t think it’s healthy to be teaching kids that from the beginning of their lives, people not of their faith hate them or that most everyone is evil. Now I’m sure that’s probably not everything they teach in their meetings but that’s about what I got out of it.

Anyway – as I was saying – Sarah was also disfellowshipped for her sex change. She lost a lot actually. Her wife and son who said they would stick with her ended up rejecting her. The church teaches that if someone comes in open rebellion against the doctrine of the church, they’re not even supposed to give the offender a salutation. (2 John 1:10). So her wife and son had to cut contact with her and she is basically alone now. What moved me so much was the faith that she still had in her religion. She knew it was God’s organization on earth. It really hurt her to not be able to have the ability to go out with her fellow members and preach the gospel. She’s been writing the leaders of the church for a couple of years now trying to get readmitted.

Her faith in her religion inspired me so much that I ended up taking a few of their bible studies from her. I’m a universalist so I wasn’t really doing it out of the desire to know the truthfulness of her religion as much as to just find the truth that we all hold in common. Her passion for it came from something deeper than the religious dogma could normally influence. In all honest, I don’t think anyone can have a monopoly on truth and once you do, that truth is degraded into a form of truth in my LDS culture we call “half truths” which are basically as good as lies around here. At least that’s my opinion. If something is absolutely true, then it is held as truth in all religions and cultures. It’s held congruent with natural law.

For example, there are ancient records written in Babylon that have drastic similarities to the morals taught in the Bible:

“Who meditates oppression, his dwelling is overturned… Slander not.” (Hymn to Samas ERE v. 445). Compare with “Thou shalt not hate they brother in thy heart.” (Leviticus 19:17).

“Speak kindness… Show goodwill.” (Hymn to Samas ERE v. 445). Compare with “Love thy neighbour as thyself.” (Leviticus 19:18).

“Has he despised Father and Mother?” (List of Sins. ERE v. 446). Compare with “Honour they Father and thy Mother.” (Exodus 20:12).

“Has he approached his neighbour’s wife?” (List of Sins. ERE v. 446). Compare with “Thou shalt not commit adultery.” (Exodus 20:14).

“Has he drawn false boundaries? To wrong, to rob, to cause to be robbed.” (List of Sins. ERE v. 446). Compare with “Thou salt not steal.” (Exodus 20:15).

“Whoso takes no bribe… well pleasing is this to Samas.” (Hymn to Samas ERE v. 445). Compare with “Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.” (Exodus 20:16).

“Whoso makes intercession for the weak, well pleasing is this to Samas… Has he failed to set a prisoner free?” (Hymn to Samas ERE v. 445-446). Compare with “When thou cutest down thine harvest… and hast forgot a sheaf… thou shalt not go again to fetch it: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow.” (Deauteronomy 24:19).

What strikes me as very interesting, despite many of the common beliefs these two cultures had in common, is the great hatred they had for each other. Babylon is commonly referred as an “abomination” to the Jewish people. In fact, they not only want restitution for what destruction Babylon caused their nation, but they claim God’s sanction on their physical destruction. “O daughter of Babylon, doomed to be destroyed, blessed shall he be who repays you with what you have done to us! Blessed shall be he who takes your little ones and dashes them against the rock.” (Psalms 137:8-9).

All I can say to that is “Wow… They really must have pissed you off.” Of course there were plenty of wars and Babylon beat Israel 9 times out of 10, but how can you seriously put God’s sanction on such a terrible wish? There are plenty of other examples in scriptures that illustrate the discord that existed between the two countries. I just thought that one was especially shocking. If God is the same then why does Christ (who apparently does nothing but what he sees the Father do) teach that “It [would be] better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.” (Luke 17:2).

I would claim that these sentiments were not of God at all. They were a political ploy to create a sense of patriotism and nationalism in the people of Israel. It’s sickening to me. Just as the war for independence between Scotland and England when authority was given by the king to allow the pillaging of Scottish towns and of legalized rape. Or even considering the Papal sanction of the same during the “Holy Wars” is disgusting. Labeling things as fine is human but don’t put God’s sanction on such acts!

In not so drastic ways, this happens now. Because my friend, Sarah, was forced to leave her faith, she feels that she may be lost to all hope for a future in the Jehovah’s Witness’ version of paradise; they put a control on her emotional well being. I don’t believe a good Supreme Being would wish anyone to do that or have anyone feel that helpless.

This happens in the LDS culture as well. There is a certain way we feel we have to be in order to be comfortable in the religion. We have to say the right things, we don’t want to question or bring up legitimate concerns around others; we have to look good. We begin to see things in a very black and white way.

I remember when I was little, we went on a family trip to Wyoming where my dad was from. At the hotel, there were people smoking outside. I told my mom, “Look, those guys are bad.” I probably spoke it out loud too. I wasn’t known for being very quiet at all or being very considerate. I embarrassed them a lot I think. There was one time I told my dad’s co-worker that he was fat right to his face… Yeah, I had no filter.  Anyway… but that’s what we were programmed to think. There was good and there was bad and those were always shown by actions. There are sins and there are things we had to do and be. The church was good and everything else was less than good or, in other words, a lie. We were expected to follow the rules as best as we could under threat of terrible spiritual sorrow and social embarrassment.

It was so refreshing to hear of my sister-in-law’s openness to share experiences with depression in her church when talking about such stuff is so taboo. After all, “despair cometh because of iniquity.”(Moroni 10:22). Or “wickedness never was happiness.” (Alma 41:10). What’s wrong with this sort of mentality is that we begin to think that most all our sorrow or depression comes from being wicked. If that’s the case, then I would say our paranoia of making sure we do everything right is a sin because there’s no way we can be happy if we’re continually beating ourselves up for being imperfect, trying to cover up our imperfections, and then beating ourselves up for further being imperfect.

This is why I don’t believe any religion can claim a monopoly on truth. Because when that happens then God can be used to approve of one thing and disapprove of another. And more often than not, “God’s will” is used to further an organization’s influence or power. Isn’t there enough forces that can depress us from everyday life that we don’t need someone to tell us that there is something wrong with us and that no matter how good we become, there is always something missing? Being gay was a big issue for me. I’ll have to write about that one later because I could go on and on.

This is the superstition I believe Voltaire was speaking of: the dogma of religion. These are the outward ordinances Baptists talk about so much. They have a point for sure. These are actions or words that are frequently done or said but with no real spirit or drive behind them. Conviction that I witnessed in the beliefs of my friend Sarah was very inspiring to me. I still don’t think she needs to be part of the Jehovah’s Witness’ congregation because I believe that God already sees the goodness in her heart and her desire to serve Him/Her and that worship is pure. Everything else is just superstition. All religions can help a person obtain this but I don’t believe they are necessary.

In C.S. Lewis’ last book in the Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle, we see two separate factions of religion. The Narnians worshipped Aslan the Lion, the Calormene worshipped Tash. The true God in this story is Aslan. There was one Calormene named Emeth who served Tash all his life. When he dies, he finds himself in Aslan’s heaven and he recounts his experience meeting his supposed enemy, Aslan there. He says,

“In a narrow place between two rocks there came to meet me a great Lion. The speed of him was like the ostrich, and his size was an elephant’s; his hair was like gold that is liquid in the furnace. He was more terrible than the Flaming Mountain of Lagour, and in beauty he surpassed all that is in the world even as the rose in bloom surpasses the dust of the desert. Then I fell at his feet and thought, Surely this is the hour of death, for the Lion (who is worthy of all honor) will know that I have served Tash all my days and not him. Nevertheless, it is better to see the Lion and die than to be Tisroc of the world and live and not to have seen him. But the Glorious One bent down his golden head and touched my forehead with his tongue and said, Son, thou art welcome, But I sad, Alas Lord, I am no son of thine but the servant of Tash. He answered, Child, all the service thou hast done to Tash, I account as service done to me. Then by reasons of my great desire for wisdom and understanding, I overcame my fear and questioned the Glorious One and said, Lord is it then true, as the Ape said, that thou and Tash are one? The Lion growled so that the earth shook (but his wrath was not against me) and said, It is false. Not because he and I are one, but because we are opposites, I take to me the services which thou has done to him. For I and he are of such different kinds that no service which is vile can be done to me, and none which is not vile can be done to him. Therefore if any man swear by Tash and keep his oath for the oath’s sake, it is by me that he has truly sworn, though he know it not, and it is I who reward him. And if any man do a cruelty in my name, then, though he says the name Aslan, it is Tash whom he serves and by Tash his deed is accepted.”

My philosophy is that there is so much good all around us. Why can’t we appreciate it? Any differences we have from each other are beautiful. As Spinoza would say, God is all around us. Everything that is good comes from God (Moroni 7:12). Maybe this God isn’t a personage or a substance but there is good out there and that’s what we should be searching for. What really matters is how we think, and how we treat others. As far as dogma goes, their end is in our peace. When we are at peace with ourselves and with others, then real beneficial change can happen. We ultimately choose our own happiness and peace or our own depression and stress in the end.